The Friday Fling Celebrates Its 200th Poetry Challenge!
Friday Fling #200 October 5th 2012
Hard to believe but yes our best calculation suggests this is Fling #200! Gotta celebrate that!
It all began four years ago at the end of October 2008 when the CPC was running under a different name over on MySpace. The Fling was conceived as a challenge to write in different formats expressing thoughts and feelings about timely developments.
So in commemoration of the original, our theme this week will be just that: your thoughts and/or feelings about some timely development, either in your own life or in the world at large. And we’re challenging you to express yourself in a format of your choice from this list on ShadowPoetry.com.
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html
This week the Friday Fling celebrates the end of its quadricentennial of years and bicentennial of Fling challenges by writing about something of current personal importance in a format of the poet’s choice!
Be sure to save time to read and comment in a timely manner on your Fellow Pals’ formatted introspections. Then go pursue your deepest interests this weekend!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for September 28th
Congratulations Diane!
Yup we’re that old! A fraternity – er eternity on the internet! Well both. But don’t let our elderliness stop you and your muse from literizing your poetic ruminations on other more important things, in a format picked by you! And yes we are not above making up new words for the occasion! We just LOVE to Be Creative and Have Friggin’ Fabulous Friday Fling Fun! 😀 :love:
😉 ❗ :entertained: :groovy:
and What an honor for me to be awarded the Friday Fling Award on your Special 200th blog
I found this on photobucket from an early fling back before I was a co-host with you and this is a mirrored Cinquain that I remember Glenn teaching me this form.
My country and our military are important to me!
THE CHARGE OF THE FLING BRIGADE
Through the valley of cyberlife rode the two hundred
Friday Fling challenges for all poetic types.
Thinking and feeling and typing it out,
expressing deep joys and great sorrows and gripes.
Recession, depression, impressions, dissentions.
Harmonies, destinies, festering agonies.
Aspirations, inclinations, prevarications.
Ecstasies, vagaries, theories Pythagorese.
Everything human and anthropomorphic,
naturalistic and extraterrestrial,
in wording anathema to astigmatic,
engraved forever in some realm celestial.
Here’s to the warm souls who make it all happen,
who come by to write and to see and be seen.
Handwriting dramas to smiles and some clappin.’
Diverse individuals sharing a scene.
Copyright October 4th 2012 RGD
Life A Timely Development
As a baby innocent sounds as one is born
Parents teach and bring up wellborn
Then growing we blow our own horn
No advance warning when ones have horne
Those that make your heart and childs feel torn
Making you wish you were unborn
Until realize ones are lost and are miserable need to be born
They have had a difficult life or no love ..morn
As you are reborn
Field corn becomes sweet corn
Have to make a life of your own sugar corn
Business to start needing to adorn
Now enjoy the little ones as candy corn
Praying they will look back someday with smiles remember love zorn
THE FARMERS LIFE
Fields of green on harvest moon
Corn stands tall in the fields
Farmers up way before sun up
Gittin ready to plow
Feed the cows slop the hogs and such
All just before darn
Chickens aint even up
Yet farmer makes his day
Long and hard he works till sun down
Hand blushed back be ache in
Yet he done complaint one bit
Mommy cums wit water in pan
To wash his feet and sweat from his brows
Gently he kisses her on the forehead
Takes him meal and sitts by the fire leg st right out
Later to bed readying for him next day work
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————— © October o4 , 2o12
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Congratulation Diane on Fickle Finger of Fate Award for September 28th 2o12 .. You Go gurl .. Hugs :love: :love:
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Birth of the Volunteer
The largest part of living is simply getting there.
Reasons for our choices are not always clear.
Inspiration must certainly come from somewhere.
Volunteer memories are the greatest things we share.
What sort of propulsion sent us to this place?
Perhaps it was a karmic “on switch” in our human space.
Maybe it was boredom looking for a change of pace.
The simple beauty of such a choice is impossible to erase.
Everyone’s a hero in this fantastic universe ride.
What existential choices are left us to decide?
There’s mystery in the history of our shared humanity.
All that preceded this moment led to a greater destiny.
Imagine if you can all the eras of man,
unbound from time and wed for a year.
Maybe their best creation
is the birth of the volunteer.
Volunteer Tony
August 2, 2012
CONGRATULATIONS!!! I recall the first one as well. It has been a lot of fun learning new forms here and trying them out. I know I’ve saved every attempt at them, feeble attempt or not. Happy 200th!! A fantastic milestone. And Congratulations to Diane! :love: :love: :love:
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ON A MORNING LIKE THIS
On a morning
that could have been
just like any other,
we awoke before dawn,
before the birds’ symphony,
before we even had a chance
to hear their morning song.
The pre-dawn darkness
that met our steps
didn’t deter our resolve
as we silently got
our things together
and headed to the beach.
And as the clouds
began to break,
the brilliant torch
of early morn
once again lighting up
the eastern sky,
I could only stand
in wonder and awe
upon that beach,
giving thanks for this day
and what I saw;
giving thanks for the health
that allowed us to be here
and for the family
and friends
we hold so very dear.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-5-12